The Thin, Thin Line

The thin, thin line that separates reality and Facebook. Yes, I am going there.

Please, don’t get me wrong; I enjoy Facebook very much. I’ve met some very interesting people on Facebook. I wished I had grown up with Facebook, because I probably would have had a very different up-til-now life adventure.

Life, the whole big hot-mess is on Facebook, including the dirty laundry, the hidden skeletons, the over-indulgences, the political bashing,  judgement on how someone looks, this disaster, that sports figure’s crime, that actor’s fifth marriage, the neighbor’s elicit affair. It is all right there for the world to see.

And what is on Facebook for me is positive people, like-minded people, art, music, food, entertainment,world travel, community and family. It has been so awesome to be able to see family and friends that live all over the country and world. I am grateful for these connections.

As I started out on FB, all I kept thinking was how much my mother would enjoy this activity. My mom is social. She lives in the town she grew up in, so she knows pretty much everyone in the area. I live 40 minutes or so out of the area, by choice. More than a decade ago, I  left a relationship and all the people attached to that relationship.

My mom eventually migrated towards the internet with encouragement from my sister and me. We were so pleased with how she took to it like a duck to water.If Mom knows you, she’ll friend you. This includes my ex, who was  (insert condensed version here) not very nice when I left. My sister asked Mom why she wanted to be FB friends with my ex, and Mom said that she knew my ex long before we were together. Wow. My mom does not get it! To me, it is bizarre.

I am unfriending my mom on FB, because I don’t get her either. We are very different.

When FB starts to become too real, I back away. I have my own reality. It does not include connections that do not serve me. I love my mom, but I feel we may have created a monster.

Snow and home fries.

Snow covered morning. Just a dusting. Nothing too overwhelming. The scenery called for potatoes fried in coconut oil, onion and garlic with smoked paprika and black pepper. And eggs over easy. Tomato slices. Tomatoes ripened in the window sill. Delicious and full of flavor. Full of warm sunshine through the glass of the kitchen window.  It was delicious, the snow covered morning.

Roasted yams.

Blue skies. Golden leaves. Roasted yams. 

beginning to begin

Blogging with the masses for the masses. it is Sunday….which is Fun Day if you want it to be. and tomorrow Monday, which is also Fun Day, because there will be golfing.

I picked up golf again this year after a twenty year hiatus. i enjoy it very much. being outside and unplugged except for the occasional photo or video to check swings and ball placement. or the ball in the tree hit by my golf partner. life is good.

But today is walk a long ways with the Sunny, the almost six year old golden retriever, who we have raised since he was a pup. he is beautiful and awesome and a pain in the ass. he is consistent.

oatmeal and apples for breakfast, and Sal has a wicked cold, so there will be homemade chicken soup started on the stove soon.

i have no idea what this blog will morph into, but i will tell you this; i do not punctuate or capitalize when i should, so you self made and professional editors may want to just turn a blind eye to my freedom to ignore the rules on here and from English class, because i do not care about all of that.